In one corner of our backyard we have this gnarly, overgrown yew. Well, it was gnarly and overgrown when we moved in three years ago. Now it's monsterously overgrown, and half-dead thanks to the neighbor's wild grapevine choking the life out of it. So one of the summer plans was to hack it back to the root and see if it can be salvaged.
Today, I had on my list to prune the yew and the forsythia that looks positively Cthulian. No problem, I thought. I had a nice new set of bypass loppers and the junior hacksaw. This would be a snap.
Or not. I chunked out maybe a quarter of the damn thing before giving up, afraid it was going to drag me in and I'd never be seen again. And the forsythia remains untouched, still looking like a San Check waiting to happen.
It's times like this I consider encouraging the
dwinn in his desire for a chainsaw.
Gardening is slow this year. It's been too hot and dry to do much, but my lilies and ballon and bellflowers are blooming in the corner garden, so I should take some pictures. And I need to get out to the greenhouse and pick up more rocks to finish the corner rock garden, which is going to be totally awesome and relatively low maintenance when completed. Next year, it will be time to tackle the back corner bed, so it doesn't look so much like a big bare patch of "What the hell was I thinking?"
(Also, I'm doing this sort of virtual jewelry party thing. If you're interested in looking at the catalogue, drop me a comment or an email.)